Hate

Today I had a weird extreme theatre class. It was my turn to connect with my emotions, and my teacher decided I should express anger. It was really fun to do, though I got really deep into all that's stuff. It got me thinking all day long. So I was thinking I'd write about anger. About all those things that make me angry and crazy.

I hate when people tell me that I'm wrong. I hate being wrong. I hate when people push me when trying to walk among the caos of Buenos Aires. I hate public transport in Buenos Aires. I hate every single one that makes the train or subway stop. I hate when my friends shout to much. I hate it when my mother does not pay attention to me. I hate to be ignored. I hate the fact that I don't have a pet. I hate boys. Though i love boys. I hate them cause they are all the same. I hate them cause they only think about sex. I hate when they don't call. I hate when they call to much. I hate when they take you for granted. I hate when they hurt me. I hate when they don't care about be, but about what is going on in their pants. I hate them when they are superficial. I hate them when they leave. I hate them when they are slow. I hate them when they don't get it.I hate him, because he preffered her over me. I hate the fact that he didn't say goodbye or im sorry. I hate when people don't apologyze. I hate him and her girlfriend. I hate the thought of the two together living a lie.I hate that he couldn't see IM not a lie. I hate that he wouldn't love me back. I hate how he humiliated be.I hate to think about him. I hate how he still messes my head up. I hate how he controls me. I hate the fact that he could hurt me. I hate the fact that he was the only one who broke all the walls, who broke me. I hate to see couples cause I know I can't manage to sustain a relationship. I hate when they don't come looking for me. I hate when they give up so easily. I hate to hide away. I hate to be so embarrased when it comes down to two. I hate it when someone sings better than me. I hate making mistakes. I hate my mind. I hate the fact that sometimes i forget to live. I hate to be so stubborn. I hate to me so lazy. I hate to be perfectionist. I hate to hate myself. I hate heat. I hated when I'm hungry and food is not ready. I hate when my mom tells me to clean up my room. I hate it when she doesn't care about what i have to say. I hate that she is living in two places at a time. I hate when she gets crazy. I hate when she criticizes my brother. I hate when she fights with my brother. I hate when she forgets about things i asked her. I hate it when she does not go to the supermarket. I hate when she thinks she is better than me. I hate her being protective. I hate her beingso materialistic. I hate seing her sad. I hate seing how she tears herself appart. I heat people that intimidate me. I hate to feel inferior. I hate the fact that my father doesn't believe in me. I hate to be underestimated. I hate one of my "friends". I hate that she is so skinny. I hate when clothes don't fit me well. I hate dieting. I hate when I cannot sleep. I hate fish. I hate to be left aside. I hate to be distant. I hate to be cold and hide my feelings. I hate the fact that it is so hard for me to love. I hate the fact that it is so difficult for me to let people love me.